I was walking barefoot
On the blades of grass.
When I saw the castle
Made of tinted glass.
In the middle of the wilderness,
It was as big as a mountain.
Manned by dozens of guards,
Hiding behind the big fountain.
Soles soaked in dew and turf,
I ran towards the massive porch.
Amazed why I wasn’t stopped,
I entered inside with the torch.
A guard rushed behind me
And guided me to the hallway.
The elevator opened as I reached
And took me up to the skyway.
Charcoal clung to my feet
As I de-boarded at the terrace ground.
Chimneys were exhaling gases
And the air was fueling something foul.
I rushed back to the gate of lift,
But it wasn’t there anymore.
Alone on the suffocating roof,
I was frightened to the core.
Making my way to the edge,
I glanced down into the wild.
All but the castle was green,
I felt locked up and exiled.
Craving to go back again,
I climbed up to the handrail.
Gazed down at the giant oaks,
Helplessly I began to wail.
Longing to feel the nature,
I tempted myself into the distress.
If I had just ignored this castle,
I would’ve avoided a big mess.
With every second that passed
I felt more and more strangled.
The harder I was trying to breathe,
The more I was getting tangled.
Realized I’ve got nowhere to run,
I stretched my arms wide.
Dived off to embrace the earth,
I’d let the gravity be my guide.
Eyes shut for the final prayer,
I was hoping to land in heaven.
But then I woke up to the buzzer,
And my clock was striking seven!